ARGH!
This morning I ran out of the apartment, realized in the hallway that my earlobes were naked, ran back in to grab something with which to clothe them, and ran out again.
Just now I looked in the mirror at close range while brushing my teeth and noticed that I am wearing one pearl earring and one gold ball. Tell me, couldn't someone have told me this over the course of the day? I can't imagine that no one noticed. But then again, couldn't I have noticed any of the handful of times I was in the bathroom? I hate looking like an airhead...even if it sometimes happens to be true.
posted by Alisha @ 12:30 AM
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3 Comments:
Airhead!
:-)
Didn't you hear: there's a conspiracry against you!
'Ware!
-m
(you're probably the least likely person I know to describe as an airhead. I think your secret is safe. the inner airhead can live!)
Not an airhead....just ahead of your time (fashionably speaking).
Hey, I would just thought it was a conversation piece. I've stopped matching my socks, but no one seems to notice. Alas, alack.
-ilan
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